poetry

A small sampling of things I've written over the years that could arguably fall under the general blanket of "Poetry." Much of the poetry you see here was originally published on Five By Five Hundred, and you can also find my stuff in upcoming issues of Asimov's magazine. (please note: this isn't actually structured into any kind of order or anything)

A sundial, sitting at the edge of a skirt, is feedingon decay from proscenium walls. The crumble ofits majesty is Grecian in its tragedy, but hardlyas memorable as the long forgotten lusterof the golden laurel leaves that adorn the façade.

The space below is filled with rowsof wine-stained lips, each frozen ina petrified reach to kiss the skyand hide its eyes from the dyingdesolation that they themselvesonce wreaked upon the stage.

If only these mouths were open, they could tastethe stuffy air staled by every clapping palm,every whistle, every pleading whisper, and thelast recited lines whose echoes still fill the space—they are always trying desperately to escapebut only can reverberate off offloorboards drenched with rainand tears, cleverly constructedarches that have failed to do their job,and of course, the final curtain.

I do fiction, plays, comics, songs, articles, Upworthy, Wirecutter, and more. (also some copywriting stuff but that sounds way less cool). I enjoy mythophysics, robots & whiskey, and Oxford Commas, and I firmly believe that Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" is the single greatest atrocity committed against mankind. Rep'd by the Kepner Agency.